L. V., I Found This Poem At The Tip Of Your Lit Cigarette

💌send this to the twelve nicest people you know or who seem to have a good heart and if you get five back you must be pretty awesome.💌

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Aw, this is so sweet! Thank you! 💕

okay i just found THE blog

I don't know what this means. Someone tell me what this means.

EDIT:

Editing this to make it my pinned post. If you're new here, this is basically THE blog (as evidenced above). Welcome. I hope you enjoy picking apart the insides of my mind.

This space contains original writings by L. V. (+some experimental edits in between). Two (sometimes more) queued posts per day at 10am & 10pm US/Eastern time.

My Side Blog: where I post writing prompts & tips, post/reblog image prompts: 1 2 3, and share/reblog other art & literature I love.

This is also mine. (+ other side blogs that I won't mention because they're mostly inactive now)

My Photo: Artwork by Grace Cossington Smith My Header: Quote by Toni Morrison

Feedback for your writing project (sorry this took so long)

I'm not good at writing or giving reviews that's why I'm sending this anonymously but your words are always beautiful and heartwrenching. I think it's generous of you to take the time to listen to other people's stories and write them a poem. This includes people like me who don't write but have a lot on my mind and sometimes I want a poem that I can relate to haha

Thank you and just keep writing. And no criticism from me on the technical level because like I said I'm not a writer. I hope this feedback is okay!

No, this is perfect! Thank you so much. I love listening to people's stories and writing them something based on those experiences. I just get worried sometimes that I might not have been able to capture what they wanted, or do their story justice, as some stories people have sent me, I haven't gone through personally, so I'm glad to hear this. Again, thank you <3

L. V., i found this poem as i spiralled back into old habits

L. V., i found this poem running down the butter knife like blueberry jam

L. V., i found this poem buying funeral flowers on a thursday night

L. V., i found this poem in the backwaters of your subconscious

well, i'm no expert, but apart from fe, i suspect specks of fi too. as i have said, i haven't had much time to ponder on you (you, not your blogs), thus it's a tad bit difficult to say. in any case, what i say doesn't matter, i just wished to know. otherwise i can promise my curiosity will keep wandering and haunt me with every glimpse of yours.

You got it right, apart from one letter. At least, based on the last time I took it. So I don't know, maybe you're right with your speculation. But I also did have one other result prior to the most recent one that was pretty consistent throughout the years.

L. V., i found this poem dancing with your shadow

L. V., i found this poem underneath your nails